Hello, I’m Rosario

When my grandchildren came to live with me, I had a stool on the porch, a treadle sewing machine and no plan at all. I was seventy years old and I knew how to raise a family, but not this one, and not in this decade. The school wanted forms I had never seen. The mornings needed a different kind of order.

So I wrote down what worked. I write what I wish someone had handed me in the first week: the school run, bedtime, the paperwork at the town office, and the cooking we do together on the clay comal. I keep it short, because I know how little time you have, and I write it on the porch while the rain comes down.